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a horseresounded under the porch of the castle."What is that?" said Montalais, approaching the window. "Ahandsome cavalier, by my faith!""Oh! -- Raoul!" exclaimed Louise, who had made the samemovement as her friend, and, becoming pale as death, sunkback beside her unfinished letter."Now, he is a clever lover, upon my word!" cried Montalais;"he arrives just at the proper moment.""Come in, come in, I implore you!" murmured Louise."Bah! he does not know me. Let me see what he has come herefor."CHAPTER 2The Messenger.Mademoiselle de Montalais was right; the young cavalier wasgoodly to look upon.He was a young man of from twenty-four to twenty-five yearsof age, tall and slender, wearing gracefully the picturesquemilitary costume of the period. His large boots contained afoot which Mademoiselle de Montalais might not have disownedif she had been transformed into a man. With one of hisdelicate but nervous hands he checked his horse in themiddle of the court, and with the other raised his hat,whose long plumes shaded his at once serious and ingenuouscountenance.The guards, roused by the steps of the horse, awoke and wereon foot in a minute. The young man waited till one of themwas close to his saddle-bow: then stooping towards him, in aclear, distinct voice, which was perfectly audible at thewindow where the two girls were concealed, "A message forhis royal highness," he said."Ah, ah!" cried the soldier. "Officer, a messenger!"But this brave guard knew very well that no officer wouldappear, seeing that the only one who could have appeareddwelt at the other side of the castle, in an apartmentlooking into the gardens. So he hastened to add: "Theofficer, monsieur, is on his rounds, but in his absence, M.de Saint-Remy, the maitre dhotel shall be informed.""M. de Saint-Remy?" repeated the cavalier, slightlyblushing."Do you know him?""Why, yes; but request him, if you please, that my visit beannounced to his royal highness as soon as possible.""It appears to be pressing," said the guard, as if speakingto himself, but really in the hope of obtaining an answer.The messenger made an affirmative sign with his head."In that case," said the guard, "I will go and seek themaitre dhotel myself."The young man, in the meantime, dismounted; and whilst theothers were making their remarks upon the fine horse thecavalier rode, the soldier returned."Your pardon, young gentleman; but your name, if youplease?""The Vicomte de Bragelonne, on the part of his highness M.le Prince de Conde."The soldier made a profound bow, and, as if the name of theconqueror of Rocroy and Sens had given him wings, he steppedlightly up the steps leading to the ante-chamber.M. de Bragelonne had not had time to fasten his horse to theiron bars of the perron, when M. de Saint-Remy came running,out of breath, supporting his capacious body with one hand,whilst with the other he cut the air as a fisherman cleavesthe waves with his oar."Ah, Monsieur le Vicomte! You at Blois!" cried he. "Well,that is a wonder. Good-day to you -- good-day, MonsieurRaoul.""I offer you a thousand respects, M. de Saint-Remy.""How Madame de la Vall -- I mean, how delighted Madame deSaint-Remy will be to see you! But come in. His royalhighness is at breakfast -- must he be interrupted? Is thematter serious?""Yes, and no, Monsieur de Saint-Remy. A moments delay,however, would be disagreeable to his royal highness.""If that is the case, we will force the consigne, Monsieurle Vicomte. Come in. Besides, Monsieur is in an excellenthumor to-day. And then you bring news, do you not?""Great news, Monsieur de Saint-Remy.""And good, I presume?""Excellent.""Come quickly, come quickly then!" cried the worthy man,putting his dress to rights as he went along.Raoul followed him, hat in hand, and a little disconcertedat the noise made by his spurs in these immense salons.As soon as he had disappeared in the interior of the palace,the window of the court was repeopled, and an animatedwhispering betrayed the emotion of the two girls. They soonappeared to have formed a resolution, for one of the twofaces disappeared from the window. This was the brunette;the other remained behind the balcony, concealed by theflowers, watching attentively through the branches theperron by which M. de Bragelonne had entered the castle.In the meantime the object of so much laudable curiositycontinued his route, following the steps of the maitredhotel. The
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